Necrosis

Personal Log: Entry no. 781232

This will be a short entry as I have managed to get some time to myself. Midnight has approached overhead and the view is breathtaking, just how I remember it. Unfortunately, it still saddens me that the truth covers some of the wonder I once held towards this place. Canterlot Castle is easily the most beautiful place short of the Crystal Empire.

We managed to make it to Canterlot with next to no trouble. Wasting no time, we then proceeded to the castle where we hoped Celestia would inform us of yet another impending disaster. She was surprisingly unforthcoming when it came to the reason we were summoned. Such a thing frightens me more than her blatantly revealing to my friends that I am a Necromancer. Perhaps she wants to get me alone and erase my friends’ memories of me. That idea fills me with a sense of dread unlike anything else I have ever felt. I’d sooner perform a coup d’état than let her force the belief that she is all powerful on my friends.

I tried to pry the reason as to why we were here out of Luna, but she too was not forthcoming. We were treated as if we were just ordinary guests in a friend’s house, very unlike the Princesses. In all my years, I have never known them to just invite us around for a casual visit. Rainbow Dash and Trixie have both sensed the unease our seemingly pointless invitation has presented and have remained close by should we need to escape.

I’ve taken the time to perform the mind control spell on a quarter of the Royal Guard, both day and night. I plan to get at least half done by the time we have to leave, hopefully, by then we will be able to leave and our fears rendered pointless.

I closed the book and sent it back to the laboratory just as somepony knocked on my bedroom door.

“It’s open!” I called out. I heard the unmistakable creak of the hinges as the door was opened. The voice of my mentor reached me and my fears began to rise.

“Twilight…” she said calmly. The fur on my neck stood on end and I tensed up, hoping against all that was magical that my fears were exaggerated as most were.

“Princess?” I tried to say as calmly as I could, but my voice had broken half way through the word. She said nothing as she made her way over to my bed and sat herself down on one side. She then patted the other side and I immediately went over to her, taking my place beside her. Nothing was said as she pulled me close and held me tightly. If this was an attempt to arrest me, it was the best one I could have imagined. I wished all my memories of the Wedding and the Crystal Empire would melt away so I could once again be ignorant of her limits and think myself lucky to be held by a goddess. But such a thought made me hate my traitorous mind.

“I’m scared, Twilight.” Celestia said after a few minutes of silence. I had a pretty good idea of what she was afraid of, but I decided to ask, just to be sure.

“What are you scared of, Princess?” She held me tighter and I could feel myself being pressed into her warm bosom.

“The killer has yet to take any lives in Ponyville, and I’m worried that you and your friends will become his targets. That’s why I brought you here; I wanted you safe for the time being.” my fears dropped like an anchor in water and I found myself holding Celestia in return. Traitorous hooves as well. But were they really traitorous? Perhaps I was becoming too single-minded towards her. She never truly claimed to be a goddess, and as a filly, she was my hero and idol. It only made sense that I saw her as such. My true failing was not growing out of that perception. Celestia was not truly to blame. I began to feel ashamed of myself for not seeing that earlier.

It occurred to me that I would have to focus my Necromancy on another source; perhaps the killer this time.

“Princess, you hired me to find this pony. If I’m going to be able to do that, I need your permission to use whatever resources I deem necessary. If I’m going to find him or her, it’s going to have to be without limits or guidelines.” I tried carefully to choose my words, knowing that without good reason, my request to use all methods possible would be discarded not unlike the written requests of the snobby nobles I knew she burned for kindling in her fireplace at night.

As expected, Celestia gave me a very considerate look, thinking long and hard about the request. She seemed about to deny me, which wouldn’t have made any difference in the long run, but were she to say ‘yes’ I could use her blessing as an excuse for my Necromancy should I be found out.

“Alright… Twilight, I trust you. If anypony else were to ask me, I’d say no, but you have always been the exception to every rule. You’re like a daughter to me, maybe even more so. I don’t know what it is about you, but… I can never say no unless I absolutely need to.” her words touched me and I found myself shedding silent tears. It suddenly dawned upon me how difficult it had been to hide such a heavy secret as necromancy from her. The constant fear and the potential for loss of control. The more I studied the subject, the further away from her I felt I was going. It felt good to have her indulge me socially.

“Thank you, Princess… I love you so much.” I said. I didn’t realise I’d said the last words until they emerged from my mouth. I looked at her with embarrassment written all over my face. She reassured me by kissing me. I expected her to just peck me in the head or maybe even the cheek, but she did the last thing I ever would have expected. She was on me in an instant, showing me just how ferocious the sun could be when too close. I almost began to believe again that she was a goddess when her tongue worked wonders inside my mouth, slithering like a snake at the back of my throat, avoiding my uvula entirely. My eyes rolled backward at the sensation and the desire I felt towards her at that moment cascaded through my veins, rippling and shifting the position of the system.

I could feel the veins around my eyes pushing their way to the surface. Fortunately, Celestia had her eyes closed. I used my magic to disguise my changing features so I could take full advantage of Celestia’s ferocious generosity.

She quickly shed her regal attire including her diadem and placed them on the bedside table. She then brought her bare hoof between my hind legs and pressed gently down on the soft spot. Her touch was riddled with magic as she worked her soft and undamaged hoof around my most sensitive spot, crushing it against the rest of my skin and dragging the almost pearly surface of her bone over it. I couldn’t help but bite into her neck as she did this. I didn’t expect her to enjoy the sensation of me biting her, but she did nonetheless.

As she stopped to move on to something else, I could feel my wetness seeping down to my tail joint.

“How’s this for my blessing?” she asked. Before I could answer, I felt her entire hoof suddenly force its way inside of my marehood. She didn’t bother to stop, but forced her way up to my Cervix. I bit down harder to try and muffle the scream, but that just made her push past the cervix into my uterus. I released her and gasped for air as the sensation took my breath away. I’d never felt this kind of painful pleasure. I didn’t know whether to scream or moan. So this was what one thousand years of experience did to a mare? I expected her to thrust in and out, but instead, she just twisted back and forth, a much more comfortable feeling given I was a uteral virgin. My throat locked up as I felt every hair on her foreleg tickling the inside of my vagina. I could die happy at this moment, yet the desire to repeat the process to Trixie surged through my mind in an instant and I began to get into the swing of what was happening. I wrapped my hooves around Celestia’s neck and forced my tongue through her mouth, showing her that she wasn’t the only god-like kisser in this room.

Hours passed and she’d managed to defeat me, keeping me at the brink of climax for the majority of the time spent. It was when she finally pulled her foreleg back half way and then shot it back inside that I finally came. I bit into the pillow as a tidal wave of ecstasy and vaginal juices flowed through my body. I imagined I would have gone flying off had I not been stationary. Point me at a window and I would have been shot off of her hoof and sent to the moon.

“Finished already? I was hoping to see what you could do to me, my faithful student.” she teased. That bitch! I couldn’t speak, I could just breathe surprisingly.

With my lower body number than a dead limb, I used my front legs to turn myself around to face her. I gave her a look as if to say I was ready to return the favour. She responded by giving me access. I dragged myself around to a more comfortable position and literally buried my face into her sweet and hot nether region. The motion elicited a jolt of either surprise or arousal, possibly both from the princess. I smiled inside of her and began to work my tongue around as if I were kissing her again. She sounded content with my work as she rested herself and pushed my face further in with her hoof. I picked up the pace and dared to wrap my hooves around her hind legs and drag her closer. She eeped, in the most feminine way I’d ever heard her. Her wings burst out like springs as I hungrily drank from her warm river of fluids. Everyone has a sense of what fire would taste like would they be able to eat it. Some think it tastes like gas, others, burning wood. I didn’t know if it was because I was a Necromancer or what, but her pussy tasted like energy, not just any energy, but life energy, the energy of the sun, young and alive despite having been around for ages. It was a taste I would never forget; warm and rejuvenating.

I gathered my second wind and began to do unto her what she did to me. Without warning, I drove my entire foreleg into her dripping marehood, feeling everything up to my shoulder slicked with warm energising juices. She didn’t bother hiding her satisfaction as she gasped and laughed at the same time. Clearly, no matter how many lovers she’d had, none had the courage to mimic her, except for me. I didn’t do what she did afterward. I began to thrust my hoof in and out, in and out, nibbling on her clitoris as I did so.

“Oh, Twilight! Don’t. If you keep that up, I’ll cum too soon.” she said. That was the plan. I wanted her to reach her climax so we could do what I always did with Trixie.

Fifteen seconds was all it took since I began. It never occurred that the princess of the sun was a gusher, just like Trixie. I gave her a minute to catch her breath before mounting the princess and pressing my marehood against hers. Pinning her down, I began to grind along her, eliciting a giggle and a soft moan from her. I kept a pretty slow tempo, counting the number of motions I made against her tingling nethers. I changed my position on her and wrapped myself around one of her hind legs, using it to press myself against her marehood even harder. I ground against her with all my might, and within a few minutes, she was gyrating along with me. I managed to spread my vaginal lips apart to accept her climax. I could feel the energy rushing inside me, looking for an exit from Celestia’s womb to find itself inside of my own.

I sighed with satisfaction as I found myself drawing strength from the juices inside of me. I felt powerful. Again, whether it was Necrotic power that caused this empowering sensation from her or not, I was uncertain. I fell from her leg and lay there across from her, panting. It occurred to me that I’d wanted to do this with her for a long time. But I knew a real relationship couldn’t have ever come of it. And I’d promised Trixie I wouldn’t fall in love with another pony. Celestia was no exception. I loved her, but as a friend and teacher… with benefits it seemed.

I began to wonder if Princess Celestia wasn’t that experienced after all as I noticed she’d fainted shortly after having finished filling me up. With that in mind, I drained the energy her juices carried and rolled off of the bed. I had very little strength in my hindquarters after that and I was using my magic to keep the juices inside. I waddled over to the bathroom and allowed the toilet to take what remained of our intimate encounter from within my womb. With a sigh of utter content, I flushed the toilet and cleaned myself up in the shower. Seeing Celestia was still passed out, I dropped my visage and took the opportunity to take a look at myself in the mirror. Though just cleaned, my body had darkened to a sickly Indigo colour and my mane, once the colour my coat now took, had become almost pitch black. The magenta streak in the mane had turned crimson. I could feel myself growing in power, but the physical manifestations were becoming increasingly obvious. I barely recognised myself anymore. The mirror seemed more like a window than anything else. With a sigh, I brought up my camouflage once again and I saw the pristine student Celestia loved and thought she’d just slept with.

“Time’s running out.” I said aloud. I left Celestia in my room and began to wander the hallways of the ever familiar castle. I would miss these walls, these wonderfully artistic yet hideously boring walls.

“Have fun did you?” Trixie asked from behind me. I smiled and turned to face her, Rainbow Dash was also present, a proud grin on her face.

“Figured I’d have to take something memorable with me when we left. I get the feeling we won’t be coming back here for a good long while. At least not without chains around our hooves and crystal inhibitors around our horns.” I said. Their faces dropped much like my camouflage.

“Is it really getting so dangerous?” Dash asked. I nodded, revealing to them the changes my session with my mentor had brought upon.

“Woah… she must have been very good to make you change that much.” Trixie said. I chuckled and returned the camouflage before somepony saw what I really looked like.

“Remind me to give you girls a demonstration when we get home. In the meantime, I have some guards to brainwash. Good night, girls, I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, I turned around and left them to their own devices.